Being human
and life's little mysteries

Morning view from kitchen. As The leaves have fallen off this statuesque beech tree, so too I’ve been going through my own state of...

A memory of my five year old self exists, sitting in my mother’s giant eggshell yellow Pontiac station wagon on the way home one day from...

Five years ago I underwent the knife, in a sense electively, because I wanted to live. I didn’t get to choose the time or the place, or...